Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Algeria and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Brick to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
Ponytail,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
Franke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.